Lord Meeker

I have no clue where my character is at the moment. So I am just going to place him somewhere close to my last post. I do know what is going on, for the most part *** Solace First stood upon a pillar that was once part of the Southwest wall of the AlleyCity. His mistcloak fluttered in the air. He watched the death and carnage in the city. Beasts and creatures slaughtering anything they came in contact with. Ghostblood soldiers were cut down, Liebrian Oculators crushed into the stones by monsters that were four times larger than Koloss. Even the mighty TUBA was having trouble as they attempted to push towards the DA. Solace knew better than to attempt an attack on the DA, it seemed that Mace wasn’t as heedful to the warnings as he, himself had been. For several moments he watched the rampage continue. He sighed, knowing when a battle was lost. Now that the DA was involved there was no winning. Solace turned to return to camp and pull his forces from the City. He stopped short of jumping from the pillar, small rocks tumbled to the ground. He had friends that counted on him for their survival. The Ghostbloods trusted in him to lead, they gave him their devotion. Well not really they gave their Devotion to someone, not him, and in return was given Domination. A memory stuck him. That memory had such pain it sent him to his knees. He remembered a time where war had devastated his hometown. *** “Mom? Please wake up.” Solace whispered, kneeling over a bloodied corpse of his mother. He was only seven when his homeworld and town had been ravaged by monsters. His mother had hidden him in the cellar beneath the rug. The same cellar that his family hid fleeing refugees and other people from the might of the Empire. Such was considered a crime in the Empire, leaving one’s home, abandoning one’s place in society was treasonous and was punishable by death. In a war determined who would rule Solace’s homeworld, and the Free Peoples Republic had lost. The city, Solace lived in was the only safe haven from the Empire and it had fallen. The Empire had killed everyone who would not submit to their rule. This had included his mother and father. “Daddy? Mommy won’t wake up. Daddy?” Solace scuttled over to another fallen corpse. There was no response. Solace wiped his tears from his face and huddled in the corner of his house. It had no roof, there was only one wall left standing. The Empire had burned everything, they would rebuild this place, but it served as an example to any that would defy the Empire. “This one is strong.” a voice startled Solace from his numbness and chased the darkness away. Two cloaked figures stood in the once-doorway of Solace’s home. The voice that had spoken was gruff and male. “The boy must be of at least the fifth heightening already.” that voice was female and kindly. The figure swept his hands from underneath his cloak and pulled the rug from off the floor revealing the trapdoor. The male figure pulled it up and looked down surveying the scene with a critical air. “The breaths must have been payment for hiding traitors. Some would have a few while fleeing noblemen, a good dozen or more. The mother or the father must have given it to the boy before putting him in here.” The male voice deducted. The figures walked over and inspected the bodies. Solace picked up a crumpled up piece of metal that had once been a play toy of his. He hurled it a one of the figures. “Leave Mommy and Daddy alone!” He shouted. The ball of metal stopped right in front of the figure. It hovered there for a moment before dropping to the ground. “Fiesty” The male voice said. “Yes, this one has potential.” One of the figures pulled their hood down revealing a dark haired woman. She walked over to Solace looking at him with dark violet eyes. She knelt down and opened her arms to him. Hesitantly, Solace crossed the distance between them and allowed the woman to wrap her arms around his tiny frame. “Let it all out little one.” She whispered. And Solace did. He let the tears flow as she held him. *** Four years later. “Mom look what I did!” Solace shouted, as he raced across the gardens. His Step mother sat at a table not to far way. Solace bounded up the stairs two at a time. His mother turned to him as he crested the top stair. “What is it darling?” She asked. “Give it a moment.” Solace said huffing. A small carved knight clambered over the top stair. His mother’s eyes widened. “The child has mastered awakening it seems and at such a young age. Remarkable.” A man’s voice said. “Do you like it Dad?” Solace said, giving his mother a hug and rounding the table where his father sat. Solace stopped and picked up the small knight. “I named him Sir Void!” The chair his father sat is toppled to the ground, and the man stood. His mother gasped and her hand went to her mouth. “Never utter that name again son, do you hear me? Never again.” Solace’s father said. Solace, wide-eyed at the outburst, nodded. “Go play now.” His father told him sternly. “It be long now, Lady Devotion, not long now.” “Indeed, time is of the essence, Lord Dominion.” Solace’s stepmother said to Solace’s stepfather. *** Six years later Solace gritted his teeth. Lord Dominion sat in the stands watching his duel today. He was facing off of against his father’s best and most elite soldiers. Three against Solace. It was a test of his strength, tenacity, capability amongst other things. Today was one of many challenges his faced today to prove that he was ready to give his dedication to Lady Devotion. She too sat in the stands, next to Lord Dominion. Solace fought the elites with nothing but his daggers and his wits. Using his power here in the Arena was forbidden, or it was in this duel. He fought on, hacking and slashing with his weapons. He downed on of the elites fairly quickly, slashing at the man’s leg muscles. “It seems we have underestimated the boy,” One of the elites said. “He is talented. He is what he have made him to be though.” The other one said. The two began to circle him. Dividing his attention. Smart. Then something grabbed his feet. Pulling him and unbalancing him. The elite he had “down” and forgotten about lay on the ground. It seemed as if he had pulled himself through agonizing pain to where he grabbed Solace. The other Elites jumped toward him taking advantage of Solace’s distraction. One grabbed his arms and forced him to drop his weapons. The other had pulled his sword from his scabbard and was running towards him. The duel would end at Solace’s first drawn blood. The duel would end if victory for him end unless he bloodied all three of elites. Solace forced his body to the side nearly bloodying himself as the sword passed between his arm and chest. The elite behind him gasped as the sword buried himself in his flesh. Solace broke free, and the last elite backed away. Solace flipped a knife from the ground with his foot, catching it neatly in his hand. The guard thrust, Solace sidestepped and decked the guard. He stopped, a searing pain flooded into him. He looked down. The fallen guard, he had disabled in the battle at the beginning lay there with Solace’s other dagger in Solace’s foot. The duel was over. HE would not be able to give his devotion to his mother this year. *** Five years later “Solace, I hereby declare you worthy to swear fealty to Lady Devotion. You shall be the first to ever do so.” Lord Devotion announced to the large crowd. Solace bowed down before Lady Devotion. “I, Solace, be it known to all, present and future, that I have voluntarily sworn to my lady, Devotion, to give her my devotion and to search out other to who may do the same. This is my oath. Let it be know that I, Solace, do this by my own accord, that I have not been tricked, coerced or forced into this agreement.” “These words have been accepted.” Lady Devotion said standing. “From this time forth you shall be know as Solace First, first and foremost freelance agent of the AU.” *** Solace gasped. Remember your Oaths. He stood straighter. Something in the corner of his eye caught his attention. Ghostblood flags carried by ghostblood flagbearer began to pour from the forest. It seemed that someone had gathered his troops and sent them in force from Oasis City, Capital of the Ghostbloods. But who? It is time to realize the full potential of your oath, Devomin. A voice whispered. “Alleyspren is that you?” Solace asked looking at his shadow. No, it was not me. The spren replied. “We really need to give you a better name.” Solace said. Devomin Solace thought. No one knew that name but- “Lady Devotion?” Solace asked reaching out to the contention that had spoken to him. No, son, it is me your father, Lord Dominion. Solace hastily bowed himself though his stepfather was not there. It was best not to raise Lord Dominion’s ire. Stand Devomin, you need not bow yourself. You have proven yourself and your Oath time and time again. In return for your Devotion I give you Dominion over your enemies. This gift of power is limited until you complete the task your were given. “I understand fa-” Solace gasped. He fell back to his knees as power coursed through him. Pure investiture, rose from his body. “I did not know there was such a thing.” Solace muttered. You are a vessel. Not a Shardic vessel mind you, but similar. Now go. Unite them with Oaths! Solace stood. Behind him rose a collected shout. Solace did not need to know that the Ghostblood reinforcements had charged. It seemed that the investiture he owned was purified, maximized for extreme output. He watched as Devaan battle an immense figure in shardplate. Solace leapt down from the pillar, mistcloak whipping about him. He landed on the ground. He pushed himself in the direction where Devaan fought. He shot high into the air. This power granted to him seemed to outclass Duralumin. Interesting. Solace flew through the air towards the giant. With a shout he burned Pewter, slamming his fist into the shardplate helm which broke in an instant. Solace crashed through a house. He grabbed the ground, hands digging a small line into the concrete. He dropped a coin and shot back to the giant in shardplate, he ignited an awakened saber and with another cry slashed through the demon marine’s neck. It puffed away. The armor felt to the ground with a loud clang, breaking the concrete around Devaan. Solace flew away, bounding across the rooftops to where he last saw Mace. He had to find the TUBA forces. He had to stop them from aggravating the DA any more. Perhaps there was hope that the DA would only defend and not attack. A small slip of paper fell from the air in front of Solace he grabbed in a read it aloud. “Solace, hey dude the most important thing you need to do is find Elkanah, hear his plan out. It has to do something with summoning an AlleyStorm. Trust me on this as your narrator. Sincerely Mraize.” “Fine you da boss.” Solace said, then paused as he realized something. “STOP CHOOSING MY DIALOG! I DO NOT TALK LIKE THAT I HAVE A REPUTATION TO KEEP UP.” Another note. “Are you sure? I can make you do the hokey pokey. That would be a sight to see.” “I am ignoring you!” Solace declared to the air, shaking a fist. Then several hundred papers fell from the air, covering Solace in their pile. Solace burned steel and shot out of it. “Just stop!” A single sheet dropped. “Fine. Continue on -Mraize” “Thank you!” Solace shouted. He turned to the task at hand. “Where are you Mace? Where are you Storm? Where are you Elkanah?” He dashed on the rooftops leaping to another when one ended. He shot into the air and burned tin. He searched the AllyCity as he fell. THERE! TUBA base. He angled himself in that direction falling and gaining speed. There was a large crash, and his landing threw up stones and dust. Once it settled, one could see the crater he made, and him holding both of his awakened sabers. His steel spike gleamed, in the light that penetrated the dust. A faint smile played on his face. “You are going to be sorry you ever messed with the Ghostbloods and the AU.”

Solace stalked across the wall. His metal mask crumpled in his fist. One of those storming Crusaders had dented it with his shardplated fist. The fight for the gates had not gone every well. He ordered his remaining Windrunners and Skybreakers back to Overlook. They had left him what stormlight they could before lashing themselves away. He stood at the battlements of the wall surrounded by several squads of Crusaders. He calmly stood, no weapons in hand, and breathed as much stormlight as he possibly could hold. Solace glowed like a beacon. Much of the sphere were drained He traced a circle around him forcing the stormlight from him. The stone from the outside of the circle he had trace became to flake away turning to ash. Soon he stood upon a pillar of stone, the wall completely gone-or most of it. He had left enough of it to allow the fall to break the plates of his adversaries, who now were in broken heaps on the ground. Some of them stirred. He leaped off the pillar, crashing to the ground with a coin and pewter. He kicked the smaller rubble as he walked. To some credit, Solace had to admit, the surviving men, ones who's plates were not severely damaged, formed up around him. A dozen Crusaders. Solace sighed pulling both handcannons from his belt. It was a pitty that these men had to die this way. He fired at the closest one of them, the black bullet sprung from the muzzle. The bullet sailed between the visor slots. The shardplate clanged to the ground, the helmet rolled stopping at his feet. There was no body within the suit. Solace cocked the hammer of his second handcannon and fired it. The result was the same. Solace hated wasting potental. Often he offered the chance to join him rather than die. But such mercy had no hold on the battlefield. Despite loosing two of their comrades the ten Crusaders charged him. Solace drew his awakened sabers, returning the handcannons to their holsters. Unlike the pistols that would not draw investiture from him the sabers would. He ignited them and wove through the men as they tried to kill him. If ever one would come close to harming him he would simply transfer realms. Soon all that surrounded him were empty suits of plates, and discarded blades. He looked at the fabrail watch he carried with him. "Two minutes and fifteen seconds, not bad." He muttered to himself.

Here is how it is going to work. Each day will be posted by an assigned someone, once the Countdown has ended for that said day or night. This will continue as a normal FFRP, with the addition of a timer for day and night. I am attempting to embed a timer if I can't seem to get that to work then here is the timer. The timer is here to keep pressure off people who are say across the world from other Alleyverse members, allowing them to participate in either day/night cycles. Forces involved and Allies AU Ghostbloods Canton of Combat Liebrary Sentinel Black Cusade Maps *** Dawn broke, the sun cresting the AlleyMountians. Interestingly enough the sun rose Northwest and set in the Southeast. Solace stood upon the AlleyOutlook watching the sun rise into the sky. He turned and stalked back to his command tent, his double shadow, on real and the other the Alleyspren, his spren. Nobody else was quite up, though his closest generals, and battalionlords awaited him in the command tent. Solace tossed the entrance flaps aside, striding in. He was greeted by grim faced generals and members of his council that had showed up. Only poor Rashan Caer had answered the call. Well sort of, he had been with them until he died and lost his memory. Solace was unsure whether or not Rashan had recovered from his amnesia. Other members allowed inside the tent were La TaiRu, Veil, Devaan. So liitle of his guild had responded. He was disappointed. But that was for a different time. He stepped up to the table. It held a map of the AlleyCity. The city that was occupied by the Black Crusade. "The troops we have right now are immediate reserves I have kept here in the forest. I am unsure whether forces from the Canton of Combat or the Liebrary has forces that will join and aid us. That can be discussed later. As for the plan of attack. The only thing that can reach the city from here is the ballista on the back of our only assault Lifeless Hemalurgic Chasmfiend, ALHC. I want it to attack the defending towers, here." Solace said pointing to the towers along the Southwest wall. "I will lead a our 20 Windrunners and Skybreakers on an attack on the wall. Veil you will come with me on this. Once a portion of the wall is secure and the towers are destroyed, will our coinshots launch from the Transport Lifeless Hemalurgic Chasmfiend, TLHC, to the walls. From there will we open the gates. We only have enough troops for a dedicated assault on Southwest and South gates. From there I want four hundred of our Heavy infantry to come assist. The three fifty that are left will be reserves as well as the Calvary, should the black crusade or any other foolish guild decide to attack our position. This will be the rear guard, La TaiRu, you are in charge of this group, also keep an eye on Rashan please, monitor his condition and report back to me tonight. Devaan, I trust that you will lead the Heavy infantry into the city once we open those gates, you will be in charge of the main attack force. Should we get both gates open, you may decide whether to split your forces and send them to both gates. Drakon, leader of the Black Crusade will regret he dared kill me. Gather your forces we attack in an hour's time." Everyone in the room nodded. People began to file out of the tent, however one remained, La TaiRu. Solace walked over to the man who poured over the map. he clapped a hand on TaiRu's shoulder. "I will need to contact the rest of our members and inform them what is happening. We need any much help and reinforcements as possible. We won't be able to secure the AlleyCity otherwise." He said. Solace left the man as he nodded, mistcloak swirling about him. He returned to the Outlook. _______ One hour later. Ten Windrunners and ten Skybreakers stood with him looking at the Alleycity with its Black Crusade Banners waving in the wind. Only Solace could see them. Each member of his group wore shardplate and bore shardlances. He nodded to both squad leaders operating their specific Order, signifying that it was time. With a yell he leaped off the overlook, falling hundreds of feet, slowing himself with a coin. He wore his hybrid mistcloak with a hood over a black and red armor, a belt with as many allomantic vials as he could carry allowing space for only his hand cannons, and IV awakened [Light]sabers. As always he wore his black and red mask. interestingly enough where the left eye hole should be was smooth metal instead. He hit the ground running. The Windrunners formed up around him flying a few inches above the ground, as the Skybreakers took to the air above him. The Skybreakers were commanded to lash the friendly fire and destroy enemy return fire. They would join when Solace reached the wall. A ballista bolt struck the ground near him, it was difficult for Skybrekers to identify the bolts but it wasn't impossible. Solace ran forward. dodging boulders tossed from catapults and bolts from ballista. He phased back and forth from the cognitive realm and back to the physical realm burning pewter as he ran. None of his radiants fell on the initial charge, but there would be many more casualties to follow. Upon arriving to the Southwest wall he stopped burning pewter and instead burned Steel and Duralumin, throwing himself into the air, burning pewter right after to prevent himself from being torn apart. He shot past the defenders on the wall, mistcloak fluttering furiously. He slowed an began to plummeted back to the ground. he had expertly projected himself at an angle where he would land on the wall, not shoot over it or back down to the ground where he had come from. During the fall he restored metals that he had lost. The Windrunners had begun their attack, battering at the Black crusade defenders, and were soon joined by the Skybreakers. He landed in the middle of them with enough force to crack to stone around him. He always had a flair for dramatic entrances and had passed that on to Rhazien. He smiled beneath his mask. He waited ten heartbeats and his blade, Kindness, fell into it. Kindess granted him the surges of Division and transportation. A weapon he had acquired long ago. With a snarl he attack the defenders. The war had begun. Day 1 Night 1 Day 2

I think it is better to add it to something.

Solace still stood overlooking the Alleycity. Behind him a small battalion, consisting of 750 heavy infantry, 150 Calvary, and 50 units of seige equipment emerged from the forest. Two chasmfiends lumbered from the forest, each controlled by a mistborn. The chasmfiends were lifeless, spiked with every form of allomancy and Feruchemy. One held three ballista on it's back. The other was a transport for his coin shots. Pieces of metal hung from off its back allowing the coin shots to shoot off the chasmfiends back and into the city. "Perfect." He steel pushed himself-from a dropped coin-onto the nearest chasmfiends back. "we camp here. We attack at dawn. Keep watch, I don't want to be attacked during the night."

The poisons weren't really in the box, nothing was, though he contemplated a bomb. But then he would be killing children possibly, and he like kids. Behind his mask he glared at Tena. "Don't ever call me cute again. I won't hesitate to use a Meeker Bomb." He said. He walked over to the crate, with his back to Tena, he switched packages, and put the real one into the bin, and the decoy back in his cloak. Tetradotoxin, a paralysis, when enough was injected or ingested, the lungs would stop working and the person would stop breathing. He would have to count on the fact that it took time to happen. If given at night, the patient was as good as dead. The concotion was mixed in with some Temazepam pills, which helped one fall and stay asleep. He smiled and left the building. That was too easy. he thought

Death doesn't have illusions. Unless Death itself is an illusion

Solace stood pondering the sign, which read as follows. Hiring any Truthwatchers, Edgedancers, Feruchemists. Starting rate is 25 crysts per hour. All donations are welcome, as long as they benefit the hospital. There was fine print, Solace squinted. Don't think about sneaking in poison Solace! Solace scoffed, he strolled over, with a small package in his hands that he had pulled from his robes. The Alleycity was about to be attacked by his army. A hospital seemed like a good idea for his enemies. The hospital wasn't going to get many patients, he wasn't going to be that merciful. But if he could kill the wounded patients that were his enemies... he couldn't pass up an opportunity like that. He walked into the entrance hall and walked up the the desk. "Hello, could you tell me where to find the donations box?"

This isnt a perfect world, people die, things are robbed, this is the nature of things, not all people are good.

No. Though there should be punishments, the Skybreakers will come after you perhaps, or something.

Solace looked at one of the spheres in his hand that he was contemplating. He blinked. It took him a moment to realize it was speaking. “Solace can you hear me? I’m on my way. I trust that you’ve done it, you’ve bonded The Alleyspren?” it said. He hesitantly spoke. "TaiRu? Yes, I can hear you. I have indeed bonded the Alleyspren, or as some call it the Worldspren. Do you know how to find me? You are the only one that has responded to my request to gather."

Oooops? Although I do say it does look like the Alleyverse... The Worldspike I'll have you know is domed.

It is a possible future, and @LopenTheTwoArmedHerdazian I was referring to marsh, not you

Voidus...

Solace waited over the overlook for the rest of his members to arrive. He could not do this alone- well he could though he might succeed he would die in the process. he fired another flare just a precaution.

I can change somethings if people agree, although, for story's sake I would like to keep the spike in the eye. Edit: I am giving people an advantage to voice opinion on my character, if this does not happen he stays the same.

A city burned, dead lying about alleyways, other corpses under rubble. A figure standing with a flowing black cape stands on top of rubble, hold the flag of the Ghostbloods. "It had to be done. He must return to the former glory that he had."